Seeing that Zhi Wan already knew, Lady Wei didn't hide it from her. "Your cousin is already a grown man," she said with an air of indifference. "Once he marries and has children, I'll be a grandmother. Whether your uncle has another woman, or even an illegitimate son, I truly don't care."
Zhi Wan's heart ached even more to hear this, because she knew her aunt was saying the opposite of what she truly felt.
'How could my aunt not care?'
Her aunt and uncle had always been so deeply in love. For so many years, her uncle had no other woman, not even a concubine in the Duke Mansion. In the Capital, they were renowned as a doting couple.
But now, it had suddenly come to light that her uncle was keeping a mistress, and even had an eight-year-old illegitimate son with her. Worse, they had now moved into the Duke Mansion with brazen impunity. 'How can my aunt possibly bear it? How could she not feel utterly repulsed?'
